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Quotes from Mary Oliver

I read the way a person might swim, to save his or her life. I wrote that way too.
~ Mary Oliver
Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do With your one wild and precious life?
~ Mary Oliver
It is better for the heart to break, than not to break.
~ Mary Oliver
I stood willingly and gladly in the characters of everything - other people, trees, clouds. And this is what I learned, that the world's otherness is antidote to confusion - that standing within this otherness - the beauty and the mystery of the world, out in the fields or deep inside books - can re-dignify the worst-stung heart.
~ Mary Oliver
maybe death isn't darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us--
~ Mary Oliver
Praying It doesn't have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don't try to make them elaborate, this isn't a contest but the doorway into thanks, and a silence in which another voice may speak.
~ Mary Oliver
So every day I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth of the ideas of God, one of which was you.
~ Mary Oliver
When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. --from WHEN DEATH COMES
~ Mary Oliver
Said the river: imagine everything you can imagine, then keep on going.
~ Mary Oliver
And that is just the point... how the world, moist and beautiful, calls to each of us to make a new and serious response. That's the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning. Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment?
~ Mary Oliver
the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own
~ Mary Oliver
I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us...
~ Mary Oliver
But I also say this: that light is an invitation to happiness, and that happiness, when it's done right, is a kind of holiness, palpable and redemptive.
~ Mary Oliver
A dog comes to you and lives with you in your own house, but you do not therefore own her, as you do not own the rain, or the trees, or the laws which pertain to them
~ Mary Oliver
Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light.
~ Mary Oliver
In the beginning I was so young and such a stranger to myself I hardly existed. I had to go out into the world and see it and hear it and react to it, before I knew at all who I was, what I was, what I wanted to be.
~ Mary Oliver
From the complications of loving you I think there is no end or return. No answer, no coming out of it. Which is the only way to love, isn't it? This isn't a play ground, this is earth, our heaven, for a while. Therefore I have given precedence to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods that hold you in the center of my world. And I say to my body: grow thinner still. And I say to my fingers, type me a pretty song. And I say to my heart: rave on.
~ Mary Oliver
I believe in kindness. Also in mischief.
~ Mary Oliver
There are things you can't reach. But You can reach out to them, and all day long. The wind, the bird flying away. The idea of god. And it can keep you busy as anything else, and happier. I look; morning to night I am never done with looking. Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around As though with your arms open.
~ Mary Oliver
The Old Poets Of China Wherever I am, the world comes after me. It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it. Now I understand why the old poets of China went so far and high into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.
~ Mary Oliver
Let me keep my distance, always, from those who think they have the answers. Let me keep company always with those who say Look! and laugh in astonishment, and bow their heads.
~ Mary Oliver
And now I understand something so frightening &wonderful- how the mind clings to the road it knows, rushing through crossroads, sticking like lint to the familiar.
~ Mary Oliver
Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?
~ Mary Oliver
So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to the world. And live your life.
~ Mary Oliver